The last week of the year is quiet, which leaves time for new plans, new learning, and new opportunities.

Or, you can lose yourself in Nosferatu-approved post-thrash metal epics about mummy dust.

Thankfully, none of you subscribe to this thing expecting revelatory monologue. In fact, it’s a point of pride that, within the first few months of the MoaT’s existence, every “recognizable music entity dot com” person, realizing this really is just some dingus sharing a meandering thought or two every day and not Answers to the Test, brusquely unsubscribed.

I’m watching palm trees sway gently in the breeze while listening to the occult evangelized in four-part harmony. It brings me joy. I hope you find yourself in a similar-yet-different place.